Dioxide
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- A Linguistics major at the Chinese University of Hong Kong, specializing in multilingual acquisition and education
- A simultaneous, functional trilingual of Cantonese, English, and Tagalog - now learning Mandarin and Hong Kong Sign Language
- A bookworm, preferring science fiction and science-fantasy. Brandon Sanderson is a god
- A dancer, dabbling in Hip Hop, Jazz Funk, and Ballroom Dancing
- A pathetic excuse of a polymath, with interests in engineering, physics, chemistry, environmental science, politics, history, anthropology, law, and Art
- A dabbler in learning the guzheng and basketball
- A music enthusiast who will literally listen to anything
I'm too busy for my own good. LOL
- A simultaneous, functional trilingual of Cantonese, English, and Tagalog - now learning Mandarin and Hong Kong Sign Language
- A bookworm, preferring science fiction and science-fantasy. Brandon Sanderson is a god
- A dancer, dabbling in Hip Hop, Jazz Funk, and Ballroom Dancing
- A pathetic excuse of a polymath, with interests in engineering, physics, chemistry, environmental science, politics, history, anthropology, law, and Art
- A dabbler in learning the guzheng and basketball
- A music enthusiast who will literally listen to anything
I'm too busy for my own good. LOL
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4,000 IC!
Mistress Dizzy said
I wish Knight was here.*sets up the candles and summoning circle*
<3
BIATCH HAHAHAHA
knight125 saidAnthony
Anthony feels his phone vibrate and pulls it out after a moment. He reads Sue's text and does as he's told, then walks to her. He looks at her, with both his anger and confusion hidden behind a questioning smile, and signs, "Why didn't you tell me?"
Sue did not know if she could tell Anthony about why she’d broken the formation, that she’d followed a sound that could have been the enemy team, that she could have been in danger, that she found a person that she wasn’t supposed to find, that she cost her own team the game. She didn’t know what to say, but she couldn’t lie. Not entirely, anyway, so she signed:
”I heard something and I thought it familiar. Curiosity got the best of me in the tense game. I’m sorry. I’m going to go to see Iron Fist now. Come by my room after our classes end!”
She raced off without waiting for his reply to the building where Iron Fist held their session for self-control. For the next hour it was the typical breathing exercises and control of emotions. She had for a while taken off her headphones during these sessions and now she’d gotten better control of her psychological state, though only in a calm situation. Iron Fist remarked that soon they’d go to somewhere different to relax. Sue’s heart raced at the thought, nervous for the coming session.
She returned to her room, dismissed earlier than the rest, and slept in her room, mind busy with the thoughts that Phoebe was out there, so close to them, but still so far away.
KatherinWinter said
*HUGS* MISS YOU too. We should ditch the boys and have girls night! OR better yet a double date!
Girls night one day. The next day, maybe :D
Let's do it :D
Katherin I miss you :<
Sue put back her paintball gun on the table and took back her bag. She walked back to the Academy, away from the crowd, especially Anthony who must be furious with her. She sauntered silently back to the main campus. She noticed Katherin with Jack and could not possibly pull her away without drawing some suspicion. So from her bag, she pulled out phone and thought about sending a message to Katherin and Kijani on their lost friend. She wanted to tell them so bad but she wasn’t sure if that was what Phoebe would have wanted, to have the whole school looking for her in the woods. She put her phone back in her pocket, breathing heavily with guilt and pain from longing to see Phoebe again.
She thought maybe should go out into the woods to see Phoebe again, just to see how she was and whether they could make it a regular thing. But not tonight; she had to think about Anthony tonight, but it was hard and she was afraid of being too distracted with the guy she liked in her personal space.
She saw Anthony up ahead of her, and pulled out her phone again and sent a text message to him, she now having his number:
She was standing in place, looking down, preparing for the wrath that was Anthony Luthor.
The two woke, their bodies jolted in reaction to the banging of the door and the words echoed throughout the empty apartment:
The twins, though groggy in movement and vision blurry, looked at each other to figure out what to do. They both stood synchronously, moving towards the door. Allie looked at the time and found not five minutes had passed into their sleep, but it had felt like an eternity in their minute slumber. It was dark outside, and the window, curtains undrawn, allowed the moonlight to come in. It was their source of luminescence.
The sofa blocked the door, but it made little effort to prevent the door from shaking from the fist-slamming of the man outside. With her tall frame, Millie looked through the peephole to see a man in full, decked-out brown camo uniform with a frighteningly long rifle. Apart from that, there was nothing else to tell of him. The peephole was fitted with a fish-eyed lens, to allow a wider field of view from the inside and little to not visibility from the outside. His size was deceivingly small through it. Millie withdrew from the door and Allie went with her turn to look. Millie, drawing the curtains and clinging to her arms, was pacing back and forth, waiting for her sister’s response, Allie being the smart one of the two. The two spoke in hushed, tensed voices.
A: “Oh shit he’s for real.”
M: “How do we know he’s for real?!”
A: “Real or not, we can’t just leave him there!”
M: “Why not!? How do we know he won’t just kill us with that gigantic fucking gun of his!?”
A: “Don’t be an idiot; it’s a sniper rifle. He’d kill us with his bare fucking hands.”
M: “That’s not helping, Allie!”
A: “And neither is us arguing while a man out there pleading for his life! He’s from the army, damnit!”
M: “And what about those things!? What if they followed him!? God, Allie! Fine, hold on!”
A: “Hold on!?” she groaned, shocked with the attitude Millie was showing, watching her as Millie ran into what seemed like the kitchen of the apartment.
Allie pushed the sofa aside and, with all her might in fear and tension, pulled the door open and gestured the man to come in, she hiding behind the door. She slammed the door shut and pulled the sofa back in place. The door was dark, and she noticed the light switch on the wall but decided against it. The moonlight was enough to keep the room and everything and everyone visible.
Millie, throughout the ruckus, had looked through the shelves and cabinets for anything aerosol and more importantly flammable. In the small kitchenette with a small cabinet beneath the sink, it was not hard to find a can of bug spray. She noticed how well stocked in food and supplies the owners of the apartment seemed to be. She looked to the upper shelves for a lighter, one that could act as the flame for her make-shift flamethrower Allie had taught her when they were young. They were reckless then, but now it was called for. It barely caught the light of the dark sky and Millie grabbed it. Millie could hear the shuffling of footsteps in the living room and she ran out with determination to already kick the man out.
Millie drew the bug spray can and squeezed the trigger on the lighter, igniting a red-orange flame in front of it, standing close enough for the range to hit the man, Millie unafraid of the apparently short soldier. Allie and Millie were a good three inches taller than him, but they were smart enough to be careful of what the skilled killer could do.
M: “Drop your gun you motherfucker.” her voice terse, but shaky, her hands unable to stay still, sweat formed on her head and hands. She had to make an effort to stare into the figure and hold what she had in her hands.
A: “Millie, no.” she held up her hand, eyeing the two daily household supplies Millie was utilizing as a dangerous weapon
M: “Drop your gun before I burn you to a crisp.”
A: “He’s from the army, damnit! He can help us!”
M: “He’s not much help if he brought those things here! Were you followed, you fucker?!”
A: “Millie, I swear, stop this now!” she was moving closer to Millie.
M: “I said drop the gun, asshole!”
A: “Enough!” she now stood between Millie and the man, arms spread out, her body now in a T-shape.
A: “Forgive my sister. We don’t want any trouble. Were you followed?”
The room was dark enough that he probably could not see the twins’ faces, but Allie and Millie were both terrified, and as Allie walked backwards towards Millie, she felt a sense of comfort but her grimace did not subside. She struggled to say her words, her throat as though clogged, Allie unable to swallow her saliva in her fear.
“HEY! Hey anyone in there? I’m Petty Officer Ethan Ryder, United States Navy--I need some help. Please! If anyone’s in there, open this goddamn door before one of these fucking shufflers rip my damn head off!!”
The twins, though groggy in movement and vision blurry, looked at each other to figure out what to do. They both stood synchronously, moving towards the door. Allie looked at the time and found not five minutes had passed into their sleep, but it had felt like an eternity in their minute slumber. It was dark outside, and the window, curtains undrawn, allowed the moonlight to come in. It was their source of luminescence.
The sofa blocked the door, but it made little effort to prevent the door from shaking from the fist-slamming of the man outside. With her tall frame, Millie looked through the peephole to see a man in full, decked-out brown camo uniform with a frighteningly long rifle. Apart from that, there was nothing else to tell of him. The peephole was fitted with a fish-eyed lens, to allow a wider field of view from the inside and little to not visibility from the outside. His size was deceivingly small through it. Millie withdrew from the door and Allie went with her turn to look. Millie, drawing the curtains and clinging to her arms, was pacing back and forth, waiting for her sister’s response, Allie being the smart one of the two. The two spoke in hushed, tensed voices.
A: “Oh shit he’s for real.”
M: “How do we know he’s for real?!”
A: “Real or not, we can’t just leave him there!”
M: “Why not!? How do we know he won’t just kill us with that gigantic fucking gun of his!?”
A: “Don’t be an idiot; it’s a sniper rifle. He’d kill us with his bare fucking hands.”
M: “That’s not helping, Allie!”
A: “And neither is us arguing while a man out there pleading for his life! He’s from the army, damnit!”
M: “And what about those things!? What if they followed him!? God, Allie! Fine, hold on!”
A: “Hold on!?” she groaned, shocked with the attitude Millie was showing, watching her as Millie ran into what seemed like the kitchen of the apartment.
Allie pushed the sofa aside and, with all her might in fear and tension, pulled the door open and gestured the man to come in, she hiding behind the door. She slammed the door shut and pulled the sofa back in place. The door was dark, and she noticed the light switch on the wall but decided against it. The moonlight was enough to keep the room and everything and everyone visible.
Millie, throughout the ruckus, had looked through the shelves and cabinets for anything aerosol and more importantly flammable. In the small kitchenette with a small cabinet beneath the sink, it was not hard to find a can of bug spray. She noticed how well stocked in food and supplies the owners of the apartment seemed to be. She looked to the upper shelves for a lighter, one that could act as the flame for her make-shift flamethrower Allie had taught her when they were young. They were reckless then, but now it was called for. It barely caught the light of the dark sky and Millie grabbed it. Millie could hear the shuffling of footsteps in the living room and she ran out with determination to already kick the man out.
Millie drew the bug spray can and squeezed the trigger on the lighter, igniting a red-orange flame in front of it, standing close enough for the range to hit the man, Millie unafraid of the apparently short soldier. Allie and Millie were a good three inches taller than him, but they were smart enough to be careful of what the skilled killer could do.
M: “Drop your gun you motherfucker.” her voice terse, but shaky, her hands unable to stay still, sweat formed on her head and hands. She had to make an effort to stare into the figure and hold what she had in her hands.
A: “Millie, no.” she held up her hand, eyeing the two daily household supplies Millie was utilizing as a dangerous weapon
M: “Drop your gun before I burn you to a crisp.”
A: “He’s from the army, damnit! He can help us!”
M: “He’s not much help if he brought those things here! Were you followed, you fucker?!”
A: “Millie, I swear, stop this now!” she was moving closer to Millie.
M: “I said drop the gun, asshole!”
A: “Enough!” she now stood between Millie and the man, arms spread out, her body now in a T-shape.
A: “Forgive my sister. We don’t want any trouble. Were you followed?”
The room was dark enough that he probably could not see the twins’ faces, but Allie and Millie were both terrified, and as Allie walked backwards towards Millie, she felt a sense of comfort but her grimace did not subside. She struggled to say her words, her throat as though clogged, Allie unable to swallow her saliva in her fear.
LSW, I hope you don't mind that I wrote that I pulled Ethan into the apartment! I wanted to save a superfluous post from you and I! :)
If you do mind, I will change it appropriately :)
My post is short! But that's what happens when you have twins, in the same place and time. xD
If you do mind, I will change it appropriately :)
My post is short! But that's what happens when you have twins, in the same place and time. xD
I'm sorry for my lack of posts.. I have time tonight! I'll put up something! I promise
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